I decided to take up an old English assignment where you had to pick one of your favorite ghost stories/urban legends/etc. and make it into a more detailed story. The one I chose was called Dancing with the Devil and it was S. E. Schlosser's version. Go look it up to read that version.

P.S. Two years of spanish and that is the best title I can come up with. Wow. I'm pretty sure that was a waste of two years of my life.

Disclaimer: I own this version of the story but not the original idea. Remember it!


My mother had totally overreacted. How could she possibly have thought it was going to be a devil worshipping ceremony? I was a dance for God's sake! I smoothed the sides of my dress nervously as the boys continued to stare. My dress that I'd bought last week was beautiful. The red complimented my skin tone and the sparkling bead work on the front and down the spine was absolutely gorgeous.

And so was I for that moment. Tony and Jake had already fought over who would dance with me. If the Rent-A-Cop guy hadn't come over they would've started throwing punches. Unfortunately, the boys never offered to get me a drink, and so I made my way across the floor, ignoring Bobby Davoren who was trying to get me to dance with him, towards the table set up with punch and snacks.

I filled up a plastic cup full of the punch and took a long drink. Enjoying the refreshing coolness, I almost didn't recognize that the auditorium had gone silent. I put my cup down and started to look for the cause of the silence. And I found it almost instantly.

I found him.

He was gorgeous. Tall with a deep tan, black hair and wearing a well-fitting back tuxedo.

"Would you dance with me?" He asked in a soft, sexy baritone.

I couldn't speak I was so nervous, so I did my best to nod, hoping I didn't seem too much like an idiot. He took my hand and guided me to the dance floor with a hand on my back. All the time I couldn't take my eyes off of his face. And he never looked away from me.

When we got to the middle of the deserted floor he placed one hand low on my back and the other took my free hand. Music like I'd never heard before started up. It was beautiful and flowing…but wrong. The music felt wrong. But we danced along, and my God how we danced. He was warm as he held me close. So close I thought I was going to pass out or even be burned. But his eyes wouldn't let me burn. No matter how warm he was, his light blue eyes kept me cool. But not safe. They promised me nothing safe.

I stopped thinking of that when we began to spin. Faster and faster we went until my feet started to hurt in my new heels. I asked his to stop but his eyes said no. I tried to pull away but now his arms of fire really did burn. And I could feel my feet bleeding. I screamed and cried for help. But everyone around us just stood and stared. Now my entire body was burning with nothing to stop the pain.


The smoke disappeared and I stood alone. The onlookers were terrified but hadn't the courage to stop me. "Who will dance with me now? Any volunteers?" No one moved, not even the girls who had been eyeing me since I first appeared. "Really? Then perhaps I shall be going. There is a lovely lady waiting for me in Hell." I bowed.

And they saw the strange and entrancing dark man no more.


So, what do you think? Good, bad, or down right ugly? Please go ahead and tell me your thoughts on it.